 Throw it on the airplane. Take it to Hawaii with you. Take it to Arizona. Take it to your cabin. Take it wherever. Throw it in the back of your RV. You don't have to have it always inflated. And you don't have to worry. Listen, we don't know what popped in my mind. This is the irony of it. Last week, we were talking about fishing and how I'm such an avid fisherman. Me and my boy, Babe Winkleman, we are the fishermen. Did a shark come up and take a bite out of it? Man, it...